"What is this Edna trying to do?" Lansendel couldn't quite grasp the little Saint's intentions and turned to ask Shaer.
"How would I know?" Shaer replied lightly.
"I can't believe you can't figure out what she's thinking." Lansendel flapped his wings. "How could the Lady of the Night not discern any secrets?"
Hill widened his eyes slightly... Lansendel truly was, once assured that Shaer was not the mastermind behind the Dawn Calamity, he became more relaxed and increasingly shameless!
As expected, Toril Deities never truly hate evil; they only despise the evil that harms them.
"Lately, she must have been contemplating the obstacles AO has chosen for her." Shaer's voice carried a gentle hint of amusement. "Did not the Undead Tribe just remind her? What if the Mulholland Pantheon intends to return to the Ferun Great Land?
She certainly needs to test the quality of that crocodile and see if suppressing Marla relies on external forces or sheer willpower."
External forces?
